Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 428



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428. Confucius Gathering Ears of Wheat (7)

Of course, the swelling on Gangnam Saho’s face had not yet subsided because the wound he had received from Hanbin was quite deep.

But Phase Ho couldn’t have known that.

Phase Ho asked in a sharp voice.

“What on earth happened?”

“I see you, my lord.”

“No need for greetings, just get to the point.”

“therefore…….”

Ilho continued his excuses carefully.

I didn’t forget to check the phase of the phase every now and then.

* * *

In front of Hanbin and Heukmirang inside the hut, a teacup was steaming.

The atmosphere was leisurely, like the steam slowly rising from a teacup.

The young man in front of Hanbin was Gongsun Minghou.

It was the same person I met during the final battle with Cheon Dok in Jang Woon Hyeon.

Hanbin briefly recalled a memory from a while ago.

Hanbin had been treating Gongsonsu in Jangunhyeon and had become close with him.

Gongsonsu, a descendant of Gong Gongmun who gathered information from Gangbuk through Wabul, and a great scholar of the time.

And his grandson, Gongsun Minghou.

They were still good people in Hanbin’s memories.

Hanbin glanced at Heukmirang.

Haomen’s side is mistaking Hanbin for a figure from the prophecy.

What’s interesting is that Gongsun Su and Gongsun Ming treated Han Bin the same way.

At this point, even Hanbin had a hard time accepting it as a coincidence.

I couldn’t help but think that the continued coincidences were someone’s arrangement.

Hanbin, who had been asking about each other, looked around and tilted his head.

“Where did Mr. Gongsonsu go?”

“Haha, you entered the palace. Thanks to you, I am now in charge of everything.”

“How did you end up in charge of the dark room?”

“Well, I just happened to be like that. From what I’ve heard, it seems like you know a lot about dark sides… … .”

“Isn’t this something we all know?”

“Everyone knows?”

“People think that they use black market to avoid taxes. Well, everyone knows that that’s a misconception.”

“Hmm, so Prince Peng knows too.”

“Isn’t the secret service run by the palace?”

“Oh, I didn’t think so, but Prince Peng really knew.”

“If you want to know the movement of supplies, there is nothing better than managing the dark side directly. If a large amount of food falls into someone’s hands… … .”

Hanbin slightly trailed off.

The large-scale transactions I was talking about now were larger than the bulk transactions that took place on the black market.

“Yes, that’s right. That would be the beginning of a rebellion.”

“I think that might happen today.”

“hmm.”

He caressed Gongsun Minghou’s chin.

But his expression did not change.

That was because he was wearing an elaborately made human face mask.

Gongsun Minghou was not only well-versed in academics to the point of passing the Qin examination with the highest honors, but he was also a genius at disguise.

Unlike his previous life, he is no longer a martial artist and is working for the country, but his abilities have not disappeared.

Hanbin looked at his hands.

His hands are more beautiful than a woman’s.

It was clear that Hanbin had mastered the Muyeongsu technique that he had taught him.

At that age, he would have no rivals.

What the green masked man asked me to prove earlier was to spread the Muyeongsu on the wall.

Next to the Muyeongsu that Hanbin had spread out, there was also a trace made by Gongsun Myeonghu.

After seeing the traces, the green masked man recognized Hanbin as the fourth son of the Habuk Peng family.

Hanbin asked after seeing Gongsun Minghou’s serious expression.

“Did you know I was coming?”

“I was expecting you to come someday.”

“Then you must have expected something like this to happen.”

“What I was thinking of was a matter between martial artists, not a rebellion.”

“You misunderstood. What I was talking about was a simple grain transaction.”

“Isn’t that what you’re saying? Would such a large-scale transaction be possible through a fight between martial artists?”

“It’s not war, but there are people who want to corner the people.”

“What does that mean?”

Gongsun Minghou narrowed his eyes and tilted his upper body.

Gongsun Minghou was half a martial artist, but the other half a man of government.

But when the people’s story comes up, you can’t help but feel nervous.

“What I’m trying to tell you is the current food shortage centered in Habuk.”

“hmm.”

“What if that was someone’s intention?”

“So does that mean that the dark side today has an effect on that? Could you please close the dark side that is opening today… ?”

“It’s the opposite.”

When Hanbin smiled sincerely, Gongsun Minghu swallowed dry saliva.

Gongsun Minghou knew Hanbin’s expression well.

He looks like a little child playing a prank.

But the waves that would follow would surely be so great that they would shake up an entire region.

This was not meant in an abstract sense, but to mean that it was really exciting.

It was a secret known only to a few that the earthquake in Jangunhyeon was caused by Hanbin.

Gongsun Minghou became sad.

“Are you going to blow up this place too?”

At those words, Hanbin looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“Am I the kind of person who always causes trouble?”

“That’s not it, but… … .”

Gongsun Minghou trailed off and carefully observed Hanbin’s expression.

At that moment, Gongsun Minghou’s expression hardened even more.

He was someone who would never lose to anyone when it came to intuition.

But Hanbin’s expression right now was saying that he was going to have an accident.

Then Hanbin opened his mouth.

“What I have to ask you is nothing more than… … .”

As Hanbin continued his explanation, Gongsun Minghou’s eyes grew wide.

* **

A large pavilion within the manor house was built with a phase sign.

There was a square signboard on top of the pavilion.

The signboard had the word ‘food’ engraved on it.

Today, the grain that Phase Ho swept up was traded.

Phase Ho looked around.

Everyone gathered at the dark room was wearing masks.

Before entering the phase signal, he was wearing a mask.

He walked slowly to one of the chairs placed here and there.

There was a sign on the chair that said ‘Four’.

Phase Ho sat down, holding the sign.

He glanced around.

At a glance, it seemed that other people were also observing the situation. When our eyes met, the other person quickly averted their gaze.

Gangnam Saho stood behind Sangwiho with his head down.

Of course, they were wearing masks too.

The face behind the mask was changing from moment to moment.

The governor will definitely punish us after tonight.

Because I failed to complete the mission to eliminate Youngho.

Well, I didn’t have the strength to do it, but I couldn’t tell the truth.

Ilho manipulated the situation appropriately.

It’s not that Youngho betrayed her, but that she was kidnapped by someone.

This was the best.

Still, the punishment will be given.

Because we failed to chase down whoever kidnapped Youngho.

Fortunately, however, the head of the household did not suspect anything after seeing the terrible wounds they had sustained.

It was clear that a light punishment would probably be handed down.

There was one reason why Ilho’s expression under the mask changed from moment to moment.

It was because of the note Hanbin sent.

When he arrived here and took advantage of the brief moment of separation from the phase, someone secretly sent him a note.

The note’s contents were simple.

The content was that in order to receive the cancellation, the phase signal had to be closely monitored.

Is this what it means to be in the palm of Buddha’s hand?

The scholar meant that they expected that they would not go to Yeongdansan, but would be followed by Sangwiho and caught.

Thinking about it sent a chill down my spine.

I have to act as an unexpected double agent!

The reward there was only the elimination of suffering.

In a matter of days, the once bright and shining distant future was completely destroyed.

That was when.

Ilho’s face under the mask became a blank sheet of paper.

It was after seeing someone.

How can you recognize someone when your face is covered by a mask?

But Ilho couldn’t forget that outfit.

It was exactly the scholar’s attire.

What a pity there hasn’t been a single bit of disarray since a few days ago or now.

I even had the illusion that I was maintaining the neatness of my clothes with my inner strength.

Why is he here?

I knew I was in the black market, but I didn’t know I would be participating in a grain auction of all places.

The symposium to be held today is divided into three main parts.

That is clothing, food, and shelter.

It was a place where auctions of clothing, accessories, and rare items were held.

Most of them participate in the auctions held here.

And Ju (住) is an auction place where estates and lands are traded.

Most auctions at the state are anonymous transactions for secret warehouses or safe houses.

The last one was the grain market called Sik (食).

Ilho’s doubts were natural.

Why does a scholar come to the grain market?

For a moment, Il-ho looked at Sang-ho Wi in doubt.

It was clear that they had come to disrupt Phase Ho’s deal.

Ilho had no doubt that Seo-saeng would take all the grain.

With such a vicious personality, he would have used any means necessary to swept this deal.

In that case, his master, Sang-Ho Wi, would be like a dog chasing a chicken and looking up at the roof.

Then someone came forward.

It was a man wearing a rabbit mask.

He was dressed in scholarly attire, and he looked elegant even at first glance.

He was the presenter of the grain market today.

Of course, he was Gongsun Minghou, but others had no way of knowing.

Behind him were several objects covered with a bundle.

It was a sign indicating a granary full of grain.

If that sign is taken at auction, the Dark One will give the winner of the auction a map and key to the warehouse.

This method of secret communication was intended to ensure complete anonymity.

Ilho glanced around.

There were about twenty people who participated in the grain auction.

I don’t think it will be as intense as I thought.

Finally, the person wearing the rabbit mask came forward.

“First of all, I would like to thank all the merchants who participated in the auction. Our grain auction is completely anonymous, so please bid without worry. Let’s start with the first item first. The first item is… … .”

Gongsun Minghou, wearing a rabbit mask, continued to explain the auction method.

After Gongsun Ming finished his explanation, he walked to the back and took out the first bundle.

There was a flag with numbers written on it on a sack.

Ten.

In that moment, the room began to churn.

A trading unit meaning ten seom.

One island was the amount that an average man would consume in a year. It was roughly two hundred and forty pounds in weight.

So ten seoms weigh two thousand four hundred geun.

There may be a lot, but it was too little for the sheep traded in this dark market.

However, the auctioneer could not be cursed because the amount of grain to be auctioned was decided by the person who commissioned the auction, not the auctioneer.

The auction went smoothly.

But Wi Sang-ho’s expression became more and more crumpled.

The units continued to decrease.

Phase Ho had been to several grain auctions in Amsang. In all his experience, he had never traded in such small quantities.

Sang-Ho Wi swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

That was when.

The man in the rabbit mask kicked away the last bundle.

In that moment, everyone’s eyes widened.

There were numbers written there that surpassed the amount that had been traded so far.

Two thousand.

People started to stir.

“Hehe, who would bid on that?”

“How many people have a warehouse to store that?”

“This auction is a little strange.”

When everyone was saying something, only Sang-Hwa-Ho drew a line at the corner of his mouth.

If you can just get your hands on this grain, Gangbuk will be in your hands.

Take control of the food.

Control the purse strings.

And ultimately, it moves people.

This was Phase Ho’s plan.

As I looked around, everyone was losing their will because the transaction units were too large.

It was when the man in the rabbit mask started the auction.

A man dressed as a scholar, who had been standing still until now, lifted a sign with numbers on it.

For a moment, Wi Sang-ho’s eyebrows twitched.

He picked up the sign without hesitation.

That’s how the final auction began.